The Flame

The Bus MATE

(I'm sorry if you don't like then video(please watch it), which I do not own so credit to who ever does, I thought they went with the chapter)

                                                             Flame's 'dead' twin's P.O.V.

               I was standing on a bus to get to my little twin sister, who probably thinks I am dead at the moment.

Not to sound like I belong in a mental house or anything, but I was actually dead for a long period of time. Almost a year to be exact.

The bus is going a bit too fast for my liking, but I can't do anything about it without hurting anyone, so I'll have to deal with it. There is this amazing smell in the bus, it is very similar to my Ex-mate. My Ex-mate rejected me when he found out I self-harmed myself before I met him, but it was so much better and stronger.

My Ex-mate had only seen the old cuts on my arms before he rejected me. He never knew that they were made before I met him. And that I had stopped when I finally met him.

                        The bus came to an immediate stop and I accidentally fell on someone's lap due to my loosened grip.

"S-sorry." I quickly said while feeling shocks of electricity erupting all over my petty stick of a body.

When I tried to get up he wrapped his strong arms around my scrawny, toothpick-like waist. He started to growl, it started as just a quiet, low rumble, but got louder and louder.

"Mine!" he roared tightening his grip on my twig of an unhealthy skinny waste.

Everyone quieted till the bus was stuck in an eerie silence.

The shocks, the amazing sent, and the horrible memories of the rejection of my so called mate flooding back, all meant one thing . . .

                                                                                 Mate.

But how can this strange wolf, whose lap I'm still on since he won't let me get off, be my mate. My mate rejected me, and you can only have one mate. Unless . . . No! That can't be true! Second chance mates are just a legend, but the proof could be right under me.

Or maybe since I'm a hybrid, I can have both a vampire and a werewolf mate, which would make a lot more sense.

              "So, my little mate, what's your name?" his sweet husky voice rang in my ear's once we got of the overly crowded bus.

"If I do tell you, you will just use it to reject me." I shakily replied twiddling my fingers, tears stinging to be let out.

"I will never reject you!" he snarled, grabbing my arms roughly.

I flinched, and his hard face softened immediately.

"You are mine, and mine alone, I will never reject you, forget about what ever gave you that idea." he softly said twirling a stray strand of my light brown and greenish teal with some blue hair, that was mostly in an pony tail, with his pointer finger.

He makes it sound so easy.

"I-it Vivian," I stuttered, "my name is Vivian."

"What a beautiful name," he breathed out, "my beautiful Vivian."

                   "Please, I need to go see my sister, she needs me." I started to say as Johnathan pulled me into his lap.

It's about four weeks before my little twin and I's birthday, as well as Halloween.

"Why, my lovely, darling, Vivian? You've been saying this for the past month, but you have never told me why she needs you." Johnathan interrupted me.

"Well it's almost our birthday for starters, and a spell that was put on her by our parents to make her human is about to dissipate and she needs me to help her through it, and to help her control her powers, hunger, and wolf." I replied taking in a shaky breath.

He sighed. "Fine, but I have to come with you, I will not let you go alone with all the un-mated, horny, males there."

"OK." I smiled, tilting my head to the side.

              My dear twin sister, here I come, and boy are you in for a big surprise . . .